A flower.
A patch of soil.
A bee.
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Once upon a time, when the flower was a small little bud, it used to look up at the sky and gave a very friendly cute smile. The sky was happy too as it has been watching over the flower ever since it was a small seed. The patch of soil that the flower was living on was feeling happy too. Just like the sky, the soil had been there long before this little flower was planted.
As seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, the little flower finally bloomed to the fullest. The sky was extremely happy yet sad at the same time. The soil on the other hand was feeling proud.
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"How long has it been?" The sky wondered to itself. "When was the last time little flower smiled at me?"
The sky asked the same question to the soil but the soil hardly pay it any attention. The sky then ask the little flower aloud but was interrupted by the buzzing sound of little yellow bees. The sky wanted to protect the flower but couldn't do so as the distance was too great between them. To its horror, the little flower actually let the bee absorb its nectar. Worst still, the soil seem to support it as well.
The sky was undeniably upset.
Then an heavy thunderstorm came. The bee hid in the flower for safety, while the little flower remain vigilant to the soil. The soil returned the same gesture to the little flower. As the rain pours, the three of them look expectantly at the sky.
The sky was puzzled.
After the rain was over, the sky smiled at them. But they aren't being friendly. Instead of speaking nicely, they threw tantrums at the sky.
The sky was angry and hurt. But it couldn't do anything as it couldn't even reach them let alone comfort them. It couldn't control the sun nor it could make the rain disappear. It was just a sky. And now it cant even be itself?
Where is the logic?
Yes, the sky can watch over anything, everything at anytime or anywhere. But how much can one sky focus on? It cant be there because you simply wish for it. It cant be focusing on one thing when there are so many things under it.
The sky then looked at the flower, bee and soil. They are playing happily together.
The sky sighed. What is it going to do? What's there to change? After all its stereotypical job was to watch over everything.
As the sun comes out, the sky thought of an idea. If only it could blend according to the sun and the moon then it can be something different.
But what about the little flower and the soil?
The sky sighed again.
"But this is my life" the sky thought to itself. "But that is also my duty."
And so nowadays in the mornings, the sky tried to blend in with the enviroment with the help of the sun. In the morning, a shade of pink and purpleish sky can be seen. However, as the day slowly goes by, the sky changes to another colour accordingly.
The sky may not fully escape from its duty but at least its still have the freedom to do what it wishes and to be who it wants to be.
The End.
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